Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable with gay relationships, you should not read any further. For everyone else, enjoy the show....
Justin Timberlake woke up cursing the day that he had met Britney Spears. He had known her since they were kids and she still could get on his nerves like never before. Didn't she know this was his only day off in three weeks? Waking up at six in the morning wasn't exactly a vacation.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for a second rubbing his eyes, when he heard the phone ring. He reached over and picked it up.
"Hello?" he said still slightly groggy from the lack of sleep.
"Hey it's me Jay, are you dressed yet?"
"No Brit, I just woke up."
"I'll be there in like fifteen minutes, be ready when I get there," with that she hung up.
Justin looked at the phone that was now buzzing with a dial tone and just shook his head. He stood and padded across the hard wood floor into the en-suite bathroom in his white boxers.
When he stepped into the spacious shower stall he was rejuvenated by the hot water. He let his head hang under the water and thought of all the things that he had to do that day. After the fashion show with Brit he needed to return some phone calls, stop by his mom's place, work on the last song for his album, and if time permitted take a nap.
He knew, of course, that he would most likely get nothing at all done. Brit would want to go out after the fashion thing to eat, and then she would want to come back to his place and...well, you know. Justin wasn't opposed to sex, but it just wasn't the same anymore. He did love Britney, but it didn't feel the way it used to.
The dreams he had started having weren't helping either. Two guys together never really grossed him out, he just had never thought about it before. Not until two weeks ago.
When the "dream guy", as he liked to call him, touched him it was electric. His hot hands rubbing all over Justin's tight stomach and firm ass. His muscles rippling as he pounded in and out of him, God that guy was hot. Justin came back to reality and realized that he had been inadvertently stroking himself.
He looked down at his rock hard member and smiled. If "dream guy" had been there his rigid cock would have been disappearing into the other mans mouth right that second. He started to stroke himself again but faster this time, imagining that it was "dream guy's" hands running over his abs, balls, and cock.
He almost had a heart attack when his early morning jack-off session was interrupted by Britney knocking on the shower glass.
"Justin, hurry up in there, we're going to be late," she said loud enough to be heard over the shower.
"Yeah okay," he said his voice cracking slightly.
Luckily the smoked glass of the shower was too steamed up for Britney to see what exactly he was doing. He took a deep breath and finished washing himself, avoiding thinking about "dream guy" or any other erection inducing thoughts.
When he stepped out of the shower Britney was standing there with a towel held out for him. He halfway smiled at her and took the towel she offered. She turned, groaned, and stomped out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked walking into the bedroom after her.
"You're doing this on purpose," she said, arms crossed over her chest.
"Doing what?" he asked innocently.
"Taking your sweet ass time. Justin if you don't hurry the fuck up, so help me God!"
"Calm down. You're acting like a bitch," he said the last part under his breath.
"What did you call me?"
He stepped towards the dresser and took a clean pair of boxer briefs out. He then stepped inside the large walk-in closet to pick an outfit for the day.
"Justin, answer me," Britney said standing in the doorway of the closet.
"I need to get dressed, can you leave?" he asked, not looking at her.
She sighed, "All we seem to do is fight."
He looked at her and saw the hurt in her eyes. He just didn't know what to do anymore. Her standing there on the verge of tears, would have made his heart go cold a month ago, but now, nothing. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her. She held onto him tightly, almost clinging to his damp skin. She cried on his shoulder.
"What happened to us?" she asked between sobs.
"I don't know," he said honestly.
They stood there just holding each other, not really knowing what to do or say. He guessed there really wasn't much more to say. They finally released each other and she looked up at him. She looked into his eyes like she always did, and he smiled that million dollar smile at her.
"I'll be downstairs. Please hurry," she said letting her hand drop from around his towel-clad waist.
He nodded and she walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
While Justin dressed he though of the events that just took place. Was it over for him and Britney? Was this how their relationship would end? He shook his head. It just couldn't be this easy. He started buttoning up his blue collard shirt as he looked at a picture of him and Britney that was sitting on the dresser. He thought back to that day on tour. She had flown to Atlanta just to visit him, they looked so happy. They were happy, or at least they used to be. This relationship was draining him. He couldn't concentrate on Nsync or his solo career. He had to tell Britney that they were over, if not for his own sanity, then for hers. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his leather jacket before leaving his bedroom.
As he descended the stairs he saw Britney sitting on the couch in the spacious living room. She was staring straight forward, hands folded in her lap, with her brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Hey," Justin said standing in front of her.
She looked up at him, "Hey. Sorry about that upstairs, I'm just a little stressed out."
"Yeah," he sat down on the glass coffee table in front of her, "me too."
She smiled at him, "You look nice."
"Thank you."
"Do you," she looked down at her hands.
"Do I what?"
"Do you still love me?" she halfway looked up at him. He saw those innocent eyes and poutty lips. He couldn't believe that she wanted to make up after all that.
He looked down at the floor then back to her.
"Yeah I love you," he said rubbing the back of his neck.
She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He let her tongue explore his mouth. The kiss was familiar, but there was no spark. He wondered why she couldn't feel it. They parted and walked to the car hand in hand, but in an eerie awkward silence kind of way.
They took his new Porsche but the drive wasn't as smooth as Justin had hoped. There was nothing wrong with the Italian made automobile; he loved the way the car handled. It had more to do with that same awkward silence that was created by him and Britney. It was really screwing up his driving experience.
When they finally got to Miami, he let out a breath that he did not know he had been holding. He sighed when they entered the building and he saw the all to familiar sight of the elite hob knobbing and making connections.
Britney made her way through the crowd, with Justin following behind her. She greeted a group of people kissing everyone on the cheek. She said something he didn't quite catch and all at once everyone in the circle turned to stare at him. He smiled awkwardly. Britney gave some apology to excuse Justin and her.
"Could you try to be a little more social?" she asked through clinched teeth.
If he didn't get away from Britney soon, he was going to kill her. He could see the headlines now, "Boy band member goes crazy at Abercrombie fashion show". He wasn't looking forward to that one. He grasped Britney's arm.
"I'm gonna go find a cup of coffee," he said.
"Fine, but make sure you're back here when this thing starts. We're sitting over there," she pointed to a row of seats right next to the runway.
He nodded and made a beeline for the door. He didn't mind performing for big crowds, but being in one had always made him nervous. He took a deep breath when he finally got outside. The cold February air stung his lungs and shot a surge of energy through his veins.
"Can't handle the mob?" said a man.
Justin glanced behind him and saw a guy standing by the building smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah, I guess," he said.
"I feel the same way sometime," he said stamping his cigarette out on the cement. "I'm Craig."
Justin looked down at the man's outstretched hand.
"Justin," he said shaking the guy's hand.
"So, you're girlfriend drug you out to this thing?"
"Yeah. She knows one of the designers for the line," Justin said looking straight ahead.
Craig nodded, "It's good to know people in high places."
Justin shrugged, "I guess."
Craig looked at Justin, who was staring out at the horizon, "Cigarette?" he asked holding the pack out to him.
"No thanks. I don't smoke," he said still not looking at the other man.
"Yeah I should stop too," he pocketed the package.
"Yo Craig, ready man?" a guy asked stepping outside.
"Yeah, sure."
The guy left and Craig turned to Justin again.
"It was nice talking to you," Craig said with a smile.
"Yeah," Justin said finally looking the man in the face. His breath caught in his lungs. He was completely taken aback by the guy's eyes. They were this mix of blue and green that Justin had never seen before. They were brilliant.
Craig raised his eyebrows when Justin just stared at him, his mouth open slightly.
"You okay?" he asked with those gorgeous eyes growing wider.
"Yeah," is all Justin could manage to squeak out of his throat.
Craig flashed a killer smile and walked back into the building.
"I'm fine," Justin said softly following the man with his eyes.
Not only did Craig have those stunning eyes, he also had the hottest body Justin had seen on a guy in a long time. He smiled to himself when he thought, except this morning in the shower. Justin stood there day dreaming of Craig's tan chiseled face, ruffled hair, and sculpted ass. He shook himself out of it. He wasn't gay. But if not, then what was he?
"There you are," Britney said in an uproar, "Come on. It's starting."
She linked arms with him and he escorted her in like the good little boyfriend he was. He noticed waiters walking around with drinks and platters of finger foods. He wondered if that's what the "ready" call was for, when Craig had to leave. He scanned the crowd for everyone in a tuxedo but didn't see the perfectly sculpted face. He wasn't even sure if he had been wearing a tuxedo. Justin sighed heavily and Britney looked up at him.
"It's not that bad Justin. I swear an hour more, tops okay baby?"
He nodded and wondered why she was being so sweet to him all of a sudden. It would have made way too much sense to him if it came out one day that she had bipolar disease or even better a split personality. She was the only girl he knew that could be a raving bitch one second and the sweetest girl the next.
They took their seats. Justin continued to scan the crowd until the lights faded down to complete darkness. Light was thrown on the stage again and hip music played loudly as models emerged from both sides of the stage and strutted down the runway two by two. They were all women and had on variations of the same outfit. Flashes went off as the press took photographs to illustrate the event in newspapers and magazines around the world.
This went on until Justin thought he would shoot himself in the head out of sheer boredom. He figured that he would at least be able to see cute guys saunter down the catwalk, but it seemed to be only women.
When he absolutely positively couldn't take it anymore the stream of female walkers became a stream of hot guys. He became alert again and paid close attention to the guys. If not for the fashion sense, he could at least save the images in his head for a nice masturbatory session back at the house later on. He studied the way they moved, the looks on their faces, and the way the clothes hung on their bodies.
With each guy that passed closely overhead he thanked Britney in his mind more and more for dragging him along. Then it happened. He followed the man with his eyes from the moment he stepped foot on the stage. His open plaid shirt and slightly baggy cargo pants hung perfectly on him. His tanned, muscular chest glistened in the light. The flashes of cameras made him look as though he was moving in slow motion. Justin stared at Craig with a mixed look of awe and wonder. Craig posed at the edge of the runway and then walked by Justin to exit the stage, glancing at the singer for a moment. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes sparkled with recognition and squinted when he grinned broadly.
Justin's heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry, when Craig looked at him that way. It wasn't a normal, "Oh hey I know that guy," sort of look, it was an "Oh hey I want to fuck that guy," kind of look. Justin swallowed hard to get the lump out of his throat.
His eyes finally left the side of the stage that Craig had just exited and fell upon a very well toned guy wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Three guys joined him on stage in the same style but different colors and prints. All four walked down the runway and posed at the end, then retreated to exit the stage. Justin closed his eyes and prayed. God if you're listening, please let Craig come out in his underwear, he thought.
God must be a gay man or a very horny woman because Craig was the next one out. This time they were showing off boxer briefs. Justin got instantly hard when he saw the bulge in Craig's underwear. Another man, again wearing the same style but a different color of briefs, joined him. The two strode down the runway, side-by-side, and paused at the end, posing with Craig's arm placed around the other man's waist and his other hand resting gently on the guy's chest. This is something that only could be looked at as a lovers embrace. It seemed as though more cameras flashed than before.
Although Justin was on the side and couldn't see the front view of the two men, the back view was nothing to snuff at. He traced the firm back and shoulders of Craig with his eyes, letting them finally rest on the two perfect half globes that held up the tight material of his boxer briefs. The men turned and began exiting the stage. Craig winked at Justin as he walked by. Justin thought he would shoot right there in his black Gucci pants. Britney looked at Justin, who had suddenly seemed quite tense and a little edgy.
"Are you okay?" she whispered to him.
He stared straight ahead avoiding her gaze, but managed a weak nod.
The finale was the new formalwear line that Abercrombie & Fitch was introducing. Although Justin couldn't really concentrate anymore, he still watched the show hoping that Craig would show up again.
"Justin," Britney said standing over him.
He looked up at her.
"I know I said only an hour more, but would you mind if we went back stage to talk to Tina?"
"No," he said jumping out of his seat, "I don't mind at all."
"Okay. You can wait here if you want."
"No!" he said a little too harshly.
She frowned at him.
"I mean... I'd like to go with you."
"I hope your not just going to get a glimpse of one of the models."
His eyes got wide and all the color drained out of his skin. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Are you okay? I was just joking about that. I know I'm the only girl in your life, right?"
He let out a sigh of relief, and just nodded. That must have been enough to stroke her ego because she smiled, took his hand in hers, and led him to the back stage area.
For just being a fashion show, they had a lot of security on hand. They went through two checkpoints, even though Britney told them repeatedly whom she was.
"We have to do this to everyone Ms. Spears," said a tall broad shouldered man in a very expensive gray suit.
"Britney!" someone screamed at the top of her lungs.
Justin was sure it was a fan and tried to find the nearest exit for himself and his date.
"Justin let go of me," Britney wrenched her seized arm away from Justin and ran towards the shrieking woman.
They hugged and kissed and did all kinds of other girl greetings. Justin didn't really pay much attention; he was too busy looking for Craig. He hoped that he hadn't left yet.
"Justin," Britney called, "I want you to meet someone."
He walked over and smiled his usual fake "Justin Timberlake" smile and shook the woman's hand. He hadn't caught her name, and he didn't care. As Britney and the woman talked, Justin stood there searching for the man that had made his heart skip a beat.
"I'll be right back," he said to them at a break in the conversation.
Without waiting for a response, he walked away. He moved through the half clothed, perfectly proportioned, men and women looking for the 6'2 model that had captured his heart early that day. He spotted a man that resembled Craig, but was disappointed when he turned around and wasn't sporting the piercing eyes.
"Sorry. I thought you were someone else," Justin said.
The man smiled and moved on.
Justin sighed; he would probably never see Craig again. He would only be left with the memory of the gorgeous man burned into his brain.
To be continued...
** This is my first time doing this, so tell me what you think. Swimfan_777@yahoo.com
A special thanks to Jezebel, the author of "Designs on you", you inspired me. **